The tick says they are coming over at approximately eighteen hundred last evening. When they finally do arrive its closer to twenty-one hundred and they are toting a load of laundry that they just couldn't seem to get done over the weekend. On top of that, they wait until after we have gone to bed to raid the refrigerator, eating over half of the leftovers. Then, this morning after letting the doors slam multiple times, they cook half the eggs, and leave the usual mess for us to clean.
I don't mind helping but this crap of showing up for meals and doing their laundry with my washer, dryer and soap and then leaving the mess to deal with stops here. The ungrateful turd has yet to offer to pay for the transportation they use or the phone that is life altering when turned off. Not to mention the money that is owed or the room that they flop into when the need is there.
Talking with some friends this weekend I get the feeling that they think we might not come back from our trip to paradise. That thought is sounding better all the time, right now if they made a reasonable offer I would take them up on it. Here I sit, facing another week of shit sandwiches at the Pope's rectum and knowing that it will get worse before it gets better. One of the young, super techs that I work with has let the clock tick down and now probably won't be working with us after midweek. Seems that when they give you a deadline to get your credentials and you don't, they let you go...fire you. All of this boils down to me getting to be on call more often and having to listen to more bitching and moaning from the Whiney Troll. Since school is about to begin again, we are hearing how someone "needs" to take off mid-shift to attend school functions for the Trolls child. I personally don't care what they do but if anyone thinks that I'm going to work two hours for them on a weekend...
I have not even begun the week and I'm already worn out just thinking about it. I wish I could afford the Calgon so it could "take me away".
I don't mind helping but this crap of showing up for meals and doing their laundry with my washer, dryer and soap and then leaving the mess to deal with stops here. The ungrateful turd has yet to offer to pay for the transportation they use or the phone that is life altering when turned off. Not to mention the money that is owed or the room that they flop into when the need is there.
Talking with some friends this weekend I get the feeling that they think we might not come back from our trip to paradise. That thought is sounding better all the time, right now if they made a reasonable offer I would take them up on it. Here I sit, facing another week of shit sandwiches at the Pope's rectum and knowing that it will get worse before it gets better. One of the young, super techs that I work with has let the clock tick down and now probably won't be working with us after midweek. Seems that when they give you a deadline to get your credentials and you don't, they let you go...fire you. All of this boils down to me getting to be on call more often and having to listen to more bitching and moaning from the Whiney Troll. Since school is about to begin again, we are hearing how someone "needs" to take off mid-shift to attend school functions for the Trolls child. I personally don't care what they do but if anyone thinks that I'm going to work two hours for them on a weekend...
I have not even begun the week and I'm already worn out just thinking about it. I wish I could afford the Calgon so it could "take me away".
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